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		<description>The original writings of author bellastella</description>
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			<title>Love of a Mother</title>
			<description>On the hot June night I wonder if my mother thought of love and life through her screams of pain and screams for drugs. Did she know I&amp;rsquo;d break my arm, I&amp;rsquo;d cry, I&amp;rsquo;d learn. I would leave. Did she know I&amp;rsquo;d choose a path she didn&amp;rsquo;t. Maybe she loves me for it..</description>
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			<title>Bullet</title>
			<description>There&amp;rsquo;s a pain in my head&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I need pillsWarm, wet on my neck&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I want a towelAn anxiety in my stomachslowing in my heartmaybe I need the t..</description>
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			<title>THIS IS WAR</title>
			<description>The war of the small children.</description>
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			<title>A Rant about &quot;Full Potential&quot;</title>
			<description>My mind gets carried away and my hand just follows.</description>
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			<title>A Stand Still</title>
			<description>it&amp;rsquo;s a nihilistic seasonlet&amp;rsquo;s just sleep because life is a dreamso why not make it what we wanteven if it&amp;rsquo;s in a reality that isn&amp;rsquo;t realrise up with thoughtsthat bubble over like uncorked champagneon new yearsa kiss, a kissa meaningless kissa..</description>
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			<title>It might help...</title>
			<description>I wonder if getting drunk and getting hot and delirious and crying and passing out and waking up with hair stuck to my face and a pain in my side would help. I wonder if talking for a few more hours repeating repeating repeating would help. I wonder if takinga&amp;nbsp; few pills and sle..</description>
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			<title>giving what's given</title>
			<description>I didn&amp;rsquo;t mean to ruin everything for you. I didn&amp;rsquo;t want to make you cry. But they say that you can only put out what&amp;rsquo;s given so I want to give out love and only love, every so often the uncaring selfish neglect comes out and punctures everyone in sight until I shove..</description>
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			<title>Gold Mine Gutted</title>
			<description>There is a Bright Eyes song called Gold Mine Gutted... inspiration.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellastella/348763/</link>
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			<title>a growing boy</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; he needs her to conform tobecause&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; he is a&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; nebulous&amp;nbsp; beinghalf-hearted attemptsat a philosophical goal&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellastella/346784/</link>
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			<title>Religion?</title>
			<description>Is this what religion is supposed to be? Should I even judge?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellastella/346775/</link>
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			<title>The Shadow of the Chair</title>
			<description>This is less of a poem and more of a rant on philosophy. When you read this don't think I hate philosophy, I just discuss it more than in natural for a non-philosophy major/professor.</description>
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